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Chapter 29 “I don’t really know much about Kyle’s biological father,” Rick said. “Ronda doesn’t like talking about him, and to my knowledge, Kyle doesn’t know anything about him. I know that he was abusive, was in prison for a while, and that Ronda divorced him before moving here when Kyle was about 2. Beyond that, Ronda never gave any real details, and I never pushed for any.” Gill McDonald, Ronda’s public defender, opened a battered file. He adjusted his glasses and flipped through a couple of pages. “His name is William Parker. He was convicted of multiple counts of producing child pornography, sex abuse, sodomy and rape, mostly against children.” Gill looked through a couple more pages, before closing the file. He looked Rick in the eyes and said, “Kyle was one of his victims.” Rick almost threw-up. He began to cry and this time, accepted the tissues. His heart was pounding with empathy and guilt. My boy had been abused by both of his fathers, Rick chided himself. Rick tried to rationalize that Kyle was now 12 and was only a baby then, but it didn’t stop the pangs of anguish that pulsed through his body. “I have no doubt that this is difficult for you,” Gill said, misunderstanding Rick’s state of mind. “But, Ronda asked me to bring this up to you, because she wants to take the deal. Unfortunately, that means Kyle’s custody status might be in question.” “What?” Rick croaked. “Why?” “You never officially adopted Kyle. You currently have custody of him because your wife still has presumed innocence. Once she takes the deal, there’s a chance the state could come and take Kyle from you…and send him to the one person who can legally claim custody,” Gill said, his voice trailing off. Rick’s guilt jumped to rage. “You mean to tell me that Kyle will be forced to live with that şişli travesti piece of shit?!” Gill looked around in a bit of a panic. “Please calm down, Rick.” “How in the fuck am I supposed to calm down? I might lose my son!” “There’s only a change you could lose Kyle. Now, I can’t give you legal advice, as I’m not your attorney, but here’s some friendly, non-legal advice: Get a lawyer.” Gill grabbed a business card out of a date book and handed it to Rick. “You need to call this number. Rebecca Ingram is a colleague of mine from Family Court. She’s already been briefed on your case, and she’s confident that she can help you.” “I can’t afford a lawyer,” Rick said, exasperated. “She’s agreed to take your case pro bono as a favor to me.” “Why are you doing this?” Rick asked. “My job is to represent my client and do everything I can to ensure they get the best representation I can provide. Your wife has made it clear that she won’t take the deal unless you can get custody of Kyle, but the offer is only on the table with a very narrow window.” “How much time do I have?” “By the end of next week, I think.” Gill said, opening his date book. “The D.A. has agreed to wait till then to give you time to sort this out. He also agreed to not notify Child Welfare, but you can’t rely on them never finding out.” Rick looked at the card. Fucking lawyers. Once Rick was back in his truck, he called and left a message for Ms. Ingram. He really didn’t want to see Ronda, but if he was going to keep Kyle, he had to play ball. It took a little longer than normal to get through the security screening for the jail. The guards were training a new guy and made him do all the pat-downs. Rick sat on his side of the glass partisan. Inmates started to shuffle in one-by-one. Ronda sat across from him, there was no smile this time. She looked thinner and haggard. Rick considered smiling himself, but after what he had just learned, he couldn’t even muster the slightest of grins. Rick sighed and grabbed his receiver, and Ronda followed his lead. “Hey,” He said. “Hey,” His wife responded. “I just came from your lawyer’s office.” “I know. He and I talked earlier. I’m sorry, Ricky.” Her apology was sincere, but Rick had no heart for it. “I called the lawyer he suggested and I hope to hear back from her soon.” “Okay,” Ronda said, looking at the small, steel table in front of her. “I’ll agree to whatever you want.” Rick just nodded. They sat in silence for a few minutes, then Rick said, “I’m going to file for divorce, but not until I can get full custody of Kyle.” “I figured you’d do that.” Ronda’s voice was dull and distant. If the situation hadn’t been so dire, Rick might have thought she was gravely ill or dying. “I’ll sign custody of Charlie beylikdüzü travesti over to you, and give my full consent to adopt Kyle.” “Damn right you will,” Rick said, tears filled his eyes once more. “I will be seeking child support, as well, so when you get out, you’ll have to pay that, since Charlie will only be 12.” “What about visitation?” Ronda asked. Her tone was gaining a little aggression. Rick knew she didn’t like being challenged, but he didn’t care what she liked, not anymore. “I’m going to leave that up to Kyle, since I think he’s old enough to decide on his own. As for Charlie, I’ll think of something, but once he turns 12, I won’t make him see you if he doesn’t want to. I think you lost that right the second you tried to kill that piece of shit.” “I was defending my child,” Ronda said through gritted teeth, her temper started to bubble to the surface. Rick didn’t back down. “I don’t care. You risked everything, including having our son shipped off to your ex, because you couldn’t control your anger. So, I hope you’re happy with the choice you made.” Rick hung up and walked away. He made it all the way to his truck before he screamed, slamming his fist into the steering wheel. Once he was calm enough, Rick turned his phone back on. There was a message from Rebecca Ingram. She wanted to meet with Rick in an hour and said for him to just show up. It was cutting very close to when Charlie would be getting home from school. He called a neighbor, Lydia, and asked if she’d get Charlie off of the bus, then drove directly to his lawyer. Rebecca’s office was in a converted apartment building. The lobby used to be the living room, her office was once the master bedroom, while the second room was labeled “Conference Room.” She was very young. Rick guessed that she may have been out of law school a year, maybe two at most. Rebecca had an assistant, Antonio, who stayed to take notes. “I’m so glad you were able to come in today,” She said. “Gill filled me in with everything, and I was able to get what I could from your wife’s case and the other case from D.A.’s office. It wasn’t easy, but I think, with your help, we can all but guarantee that Kyle will be in your custody.” “Do you have many clients?” Rick asked. “I have a few, but your case is my priority, at the moment,” Rebecca said, grabbing a pad of paper and several pens. “So, tell me everything you know about Kyle’s biological father, his mother and then, we’ll discuss what you want.” Rick told his lawyer everything he could about William Parker, Ronda and anything else he thought might help his case. It took an hour or more to get through all of her questions. Rick had the impression that it was going to be mostly cut and dry, but the more he talked the more istanbul travesti questions Rebecca asked, which made him feel a lot better about the situation. “Okay,” Rebecca said, grabbing a new pen. “How much does Kyle know about his biological father?” “Nothing. Ronda never wanted Kyle to know anything; in fact, until earlier, I never knew the guy’s name, and I know Kyle doesn’t even know that much.” “Unfortunately, I feel it is best to talk to Kyle about everything. The last thing you want is to blind-side him or him finding out through Child Welfare, in case they ever show up.” “I understand that,” Rick conceded. “I never thought I’d have to be the one to tell him that his father abused him.” “You’re his father,” Rebecca corrected. “William Parker is only his biological. He only has rights in theory. You’ve raised your son for most of his life; at the very least, for his entire living memory. You’re his father, and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure it stays that way.” Rick almost started crying again. Antonio left and returned with a box of tissues, but Rick still had some from Gill’s office. Rick was on autopilot as he drove home. He realized it before he pulled into his driveway. A paint crew was parked in front of Dan’s place, and Rick could see a “For Sale” sign hammered into the lawn. Good, Rick thought. He ordered a couple pizzas as he walked into the house. There was no energy in him to make dinner. “Dad!” Charlie yelled, running over and hugging his father. Rick dropped his knees and pulled his youngest into him. “Dad, I can’t breathe!” Rick let go, and Charlie started to rub his ribs. “Where’s your brother?” Rick asked. “He’s in his room with his boyfriends,” Charlie said, rolling his eyes. “Boyfriends?” “Yeah,” Charlie replied, completely disinterested. “Ry and Cody.” Rick shook his head and made his way down the hall. He put an ear up to Kyle’s door to make sure he wasn’t interrupting something. Not hearing anything private, Rick knocked and opened the door. All three boys were fully dressed and sitting apart from each other. He could sense the usual tension between Ry and Cody, so Rick figured all was normal. “Hey Buddy,” Rick said, “I ordered pizza.” “Cool,” Kyle said, looking up from one of his gaming books. “Thanks, Dad.” Rick quickly choked back his emotions. His son–the love of his life–sat blissfully unaware of how close he was to losing everything and everyone important to him. “I love you, Kyle,” Rick managed to get out. “I love you, too,” Kyle said, sounding confused and concerned. “Is everything okay?” “We’ll need to talk about it later, okay?” “Am I in trouble?” Kyle pleaded, unable to hide his quickening anxiety. “No, Buddy. You’re not in trouble. It’s just been a very long day. I’m going to take a nap, so watch your brother and keep an ear open for the pizza guy, please.” “Sure,” Kyle muttered. Rick went to his room, closed the door, fell on his bed and sobbed himself to sleep. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 30***

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